Okay, im SO sorry for how this has taken. Shits been crazy. Baseball took up my whole summer. But i was one of the top batters at Nationals :) and school is pretty hectic. Hey, im taking advanced calculus, advanced english, social & advanced math, you do that & then complain to me. haha Though i will admit i've been reading way too much freaking manga. Seriously, i need to stop. There is something wrong with me! I am a white chick, why am i obsessed with asian-y things? Im not racist or anything. (I hate everyone the same. JUST KIDDING. JOKE. DONT MURDER ME). Anyways, here is the new chapter.
-Im here to enkindle courage
"MAKA! WAIT UP!" Soul chases after his meister but she continues to elude him. Running faster and faster, he starts to feel a pulling in his chest and his heart beat ringing in his ears, but he has to reach her, now. He can't remember why but he knows that he has to. But the faster he runs, the farther she gets. He doesn't remember where he is; just white walls everywhere. A hospital? Old folks home? What the fuck, Maka! "STOP!"
"MAKA!" She turns to look at him, her face is tear stained and her clothes are torn. Blood pours from cuts that are across her body. She says nothing and continues to walk away from him. He can tell she's limping, but he can't remember why she is so hurt. Panicking, he picks up the pace; ignoring his bodies warning of getting close to breaking point. Finally he can't run anymore and collapses, screaming her name. She turns to look at him again. Brings her hand up in a little wave and continues on into a bright red light.
"I always thought red was the prettiest color out there, I'm really jealous of your eyes, Soul!" Her voices echoes behind her and surrounds Soul. His heart slows as he embraces her voice; letting it turn and twist his world and he basks in her would-be presence. Slowly, the white world fades into an empty void.
" CrashBangCrashBangCrashBangC rashBangCrash
CRashBAngCRashBAngCRashBAngC RashBAng
CRAShBANgCRAShBANgCRAShBANgC RAShBANg
CRASSSSHHHBAAAAAAAAANNNNGGGC RASSSSHHHBAAAAAAAAANNNNGGGCR ASSSSHHHBAAAAAAAAANNNNGGG"
GOD DAMN CONSTRUCTION! HOW AM I I SUPPOSED TO SLEEP WITH ALL THAT NOISE!?
"BAAH!" Sitting slightly up in his bed, he looks out of his window. It was still dark but people are outside, making a lot of the blankets covering him off, Soul grumbles as he gets out of bed, clad only in his boxers. Obviously not remembering the dream he had, he leaves his room. Every since the attack on the city, construction continues day and night. People volunteer to help get everything back and running, but progress is slow; slow enough to piss off at least one weapon.
"Like seriously...freaking headphones don't even cover the noise...stupid holes...death making them work...hungry", mumbles Soul as he makes his way to his fridge for a 'midnight' snack. Yawning, he opens the fridge door and leans down to look in. However, his view is blocked by his shaggy white mop. Growing ever more frustrated, he brushes it out of his eyes, only to have it fall back in. "GAH!" Throwing his hands to his face, he continues to push his hair upward with his palms until they curve backward. Slightly satisfied, he looks downward toward his fridge. Like all the times before, he sees a block of moldy cheese, a pickle jar with no pickles, and a long expired carton of chocolate milk. Not being the most accomplished grocery shopper, Soul only bought the things he would eat right away and threw foresight to the wind.
"Maka should come home and cook for me...At least shop for me." I mean, they've kept her there waaay too long. It's been like 2 weeks! I'm starving to death! And i miss bugging and arguing with her! Soul won't admit to anyone, including himself (especially himself), that he, in fact, just misses being around Maka. She's basically all healed anyway! All she would do here is lay in bed anyway... It's not much different from staying there, and maybe she would stop complaining about how shitty the beds are if she came home. But she does have a point though. I've fallen on concrete softer than that, literally. Man, I'm having conversations with myself in my head. I must be starving. Becoming even more frustrated his hunger, Soul slams the door of his fridge. Thowing open the pantry; just a little too hard, the glass door cracks a little. Not caring at the moment, he looks inside to find a box of crackers, olive oil and an empty container of peanut butter. Rage quitting, he sits on the floor and pulls his knees up to his chest, sighing. Fooooooooooooooooooooooood!
Glancing over to the clock, Soul sees that his non-present 'midnight' snack, is actually non-present 'early morning' snack. 6:25? Fuck. Way too early to be up on a Saturday. But I defiantly won't fall asleep in my room! The couch...? No, its right by my room & the god-damn-half-naked-cat-thing is sleeping there. WHY DOES SHE LIVE HERE?! Hmm, Maka's bedroom is on the opposite side of construction this morning...and I bet her bed is comfy... Eh. She'll never know.
Pulling himself up from the floor, Soul makes his way to Maka's room and opens her door. The faint smell of her perfume lingers in the air that hasn't kissed her skin for 2 weeks. He can imagine her sleeping in her bed, hair thrown across her pillow as she with her cute-normal, completely normal and ugly snore! Probably lots of drooling too. Taking a deep breath, he continues on his way to her king sized bed and lies down. Smiling contently to himself that he had thought of 'such a freaking awwwwwesome idea', he begins basks in his new noise free environment. Hell yes. This'll be my room till Maka gets back! Hopefully she won't realize that i slept her. Talk about awkward. Glancing at the roof, he gets the nagging feeling that he's forgotten something important. I can do homework tomorrow, I borrowed Black*Star's video, Kid has my new borderlands video game, I need to clean the bathroom...What the hell did i forget? Door is locked, fridge is closed...Continually listing things off in his mind, Soul finds himself slowly falling into a dreamless slumber.
At first, he notices is the pressure on his chest, next came the warmth & then a small patch of wetness. Groggily, he opens his eyes and was extremely surprised to find a blond head laying on his chest.
Kay! Ill try not to take so long :)
